"'It's always like that,' the man muttered. 'At these low floors only falling old women pass by. You can see beautiful girls from the hundred-and-fiftieth floor up.'"
The Falling Girl, pp. 33-34

"[t]wo seconds, he allows himself to live in a cold and beautiful time, the time of outside the sweater."
Don't You Blame Anyone, p. 49

"Nothing! In that instant in which you saw nothing, I saw enough to speak about for a month ... In that blink of an eye were a hundred thousand things."
La Volpaia, p. 73

"The Mayor seized the arms of the chair, braced his feet with all his strength, and felt the icy cold in his kidneys, but didn't make a sound. The dentist moved only his wrist. Without rancor, rather with bitter tenderness, he said: 'Now you'll pay for our twenty dead men.'"
One of These Days, p. 109